The reliability of the man's words is secondary.

But the character of Tanki Liuli is enough to reveal some issues.

"I see Miss Duanmu doesn't have much luggage. Shall I take her shopping later?"

When Daoist Duanmu descended the mountain, she had only a sword and a Daoist robe—that was all she owned. Boss Jiang later took her shopping for clothes, but that was months ago. Now, it's the end of the year.

"Aren't you going to work?"

"I can just take a day off."

True.

He's not a corporate slave.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Okay, remember to keep the receipt for reimbursement."

Li Shuru glared at him, "Are you coming or not?"

After some thought, Jiang Chen declined, "I won't go, so as not to spoil your fun."

"What's your plan for today then?"

Li Shuru did not insist.

"Lie at home all day."

Jiang Chen joked.

"If you have time, you can go see Qian Qian; this time she helped us earn a lot of profits in Japan."

The relationship between women is indeed quite peculiar, beyond men's understanding.

"We'll see."

After breakfast, Li Shuru took Tanki Liuli out first, leaving the cleaning to Comrade Jiang Chen.

Li Shuru had no resentment, for a reason.

Which successful man still cleans the house after returning home?

But Boss Jiang didn't mind.

Feelings are mutually supportive.

After cleaning, Jiang Chen even went to the upstairs garden to trim Li Shuru's cultivated potted plants, only going out at noon.

The driver drove the car to the villa entrance and opened the door.

Jiang Chen got in the car.

Instead of going to Jinhai Industry, Jiang Chen had the driver head to a school entrance.

Although East Sea is densely populated, there are relatively remote areas, and this school is located in the more secluded Xin'an District. Unlike other lively schools, the street in front of this school was quite deserted.

This isn't due to human influence but rather the school's deliberate location choice, placing its entrance far from main roads, with its gates closed even in broad daylight.

During school hours, closing the gates is normal, considering students' safety, preventing outsiders from entering. However, the notice board hanging beside the school gate is particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Chen got out of the car, observing the tranquil school through its towering gate.

"Do you know this school?"

The driver immediately shook his head, surprised, "Mr. Jiang, I've lived in East Sea for almost thirty years, and this is the first I've heard of it."

This driver is affiliated with Tianci Capital.

A native East Sea local.

A native East Sea local, working as a driver?

Yes.

East Sea locals are human too and need jobs.

Moreover, the work of a driver varies greatly.

For example, can a city bus driver be compared to a chauffeur for leaders?

"No Shen Zhou people allowed?"

The driver looked at the notice board beside the school gate, shocked and angry.

Exactly.

This Japanese school entrance indeed blatantly displayed the "No Shen Zhou people allowed" sign.

Familiar.

When we first arrived in Japan, weren't those signs also posted at restaurant and shop entrances?

Just different wording.

Here, it's in Chinese.

Indeed.

This is on Shen Zhou's land, presumably worried the locals wouldn't understand.

But then, a problem arises.

On Shen Zhou land, how could there be a Japanese school?

As a native East Sea local, the driver's emotions stirred, showing that most Shen Zhou people hold similar feelings towards Japan.

"Mr. Jiang, should I go in and take a look?"

The driver cautiously suggested.

Jiang Chen nodded silently.

The driver immediately stepped forward, quickly walking to the school gate and pushing the door.

A security guard in the security room heard the commotion and came out, wearing a cap, uniform, official-looking.

"Stop. Who are you?"

Standard Chinese.

Apparently, "No Shen Zhou people allowed" isn't entirely true.

At least local people are employed to guard the gate.

"Open the door."

The driver said.

"Why should we open the door? This is a school, and classes are in session."

"I know classes are in session, can't I come in for a tour?"

"Tour? What do you think this place is? Can't you see the sign by the door? No entry!"

The security guard was diligent, loyal to his post, waving his hand dismissively, "Move along."

"This is Shen Zhou, what right do you have to deny entry to Shen Zhou people?"

The driver questioned.

"Don't ask me, it's the rule! Can't you see what it says on the sign? East Sea school. All the students here are Japanese, move along."

The security guard was even more impatient.

Not opening the door, the driver had no choice but to turn back, "Mr. Jiang, the security said all the students inside are Japanese."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Call the police."

The driver was taken aback, looking at his boss, wondering if he had misheard, but the boss's calm expression proved he hadn't.

The driver didn't hesitate, despite his confusion, he quickly pulled out his phone.

Over ten minutes later.

A police car arrived at the scene.

Jiang Chen stood by the car as the driver stepped forward to communicate with the officers.

"This Japanese school is legally registered, under school regulations, we have no authority to interfere."

"Shen Zhou people aren't allowed inside, this is a typical sign of discrimination, and you can't do anything about it?"

The driver pointed at the sign openly displayed.

The two officers exchanged glances, looking troubled.

Inside the school gates.

All the security guards in the guard room came out, leisurely standing inside watching the commotion, seemingly not the first time they experienced this, not only were they not nervous, they were quite relaxed.

"...Actually, this school has been reported more than once, but it's indeed not our responsibility."

So that's how it was.

No wonder they were so fearless.

The officers were at a loss too.

"It's not your responsibility, then whose is it?"

"You can try reporting to the education department."

The officer suggested.

The driver understood that this issue wasn't something the grassroots officers could handle, and returned to Jiang Chen, "Mr. Jiang, they said it's not within their jurisdiction, you should report to the education department."

"Call the education department."

Jiang Chen simply instructed.

The driver complied.

But the workers at the education department weren't as diligent as the officers, they didn't show up, merely responding over the phone, mentioning it was for the convenience of Japanese children whose parents work in business in Shen Zhou, to promote cultural exchange between the regions and so on.

The establishment of a Japanese school wasn't an issue, East Sea also had Confucius Institutes. But while Japanese Confucius Institutes accept Shen Zhou students in Japan, Japanese students can enroll as well, treating everyone equally.

Furthermore.

There are no rules like "Shen Zhou people not allowed."

The driver's concern was clear, simply pointing out that the notice posted by this school was discriminatory in nature, but the person on the phone skillfully dodged, changing the subject, talking past each other.

Frustrated, the driver hung up.

"Mr. Jiang, they don't want to get involved either."

The police car was still there.

But they couldn't handle it.

Those who could, didn't want to.

So, who should handle this?

The question arose whether the Japanese should manage it themselves?

Indeed.

Even the local East Sea driver wasn't aware of the school's existence, showing its secrecy, Jiang Chen, of course, didn't possess omniscience, his discovery of this place

was thanks to Fujiwara Reiki.

That's right.

It was Fujiwara Reiki who informed him.

After all, Koda Kaoru had also worked in Shen Zhou for some time.

It's undeniable.

Miss Fujiwara is indeed a reckless gambler.

Once she places a bet, she goes all in, not leaving herself any room.

With the driver unable to resolve the issue after two calls, Jiang Chen had to take out his own phone.

The nature of the students in this school and the teaching content, for now, can be set aside.

The tablets of the Yasukuni God Toilet were taken down only with the concerted efforts of Shen Zhou Capital.

Yet such a sign was displayed prominently on Shen Zhou soil.

It was utterly ridiculous.

In just over twenty minutes.

Several government vehicles rushed over, and even before they came to a stop, a group of people couldn't wait to get out.

But Boss Jiang had already driven off.

A middle-aged man who appeared to be a leader looked around hurriedly, finding no one, feeling anxious and irritated, immediately pointed at the school gate notice sign.

"Take it down, take it down immediately!"

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